Chapter Fourteen: Holding Her As She Falls Asleep (1)

  "If you want children, go ask the Oriole!"

  Xia Tong said angrily, taking a step back and looking at him with some resistance!

  "What's it to you if I can?"

  A hint of helplessness in the cool voice.

  "What? Liuliang won't have children?" Xiaotong asked in surprise.

  "His Majesty said that for the two countries to be on good terms, I must first have a child with you!" Mu Bei Chen's body swayed back and forth as he spoke in a drunken haze.

  Knowing this fact, Xia Tong immediately cried out in surprise and anger: "So I have to be a sacrifice for your children, for the children of your country, Mr.?"

  With drunken eyes looking at her, Mu Beichen's mouth curled up in a sneer: "You were always a sacrifice! The moment you killed her, you became a sacrifice!"

  The moment she became his, she was already a sacrifice! Xia Tong carefully chewed on his words, this was an indisputable fact, but wasn't he also a sacrifice?

  "Each other!" Xia Tong pursed her lips and raised a mocking smile.

  "So the sacrifice has no room for choice!"

  Before Xia Tong could react, she collided with a sturdy chest and slipped underfoot, exclaiming as they both fell onto the bed together.

  His hot breath reeking of strong liquor sprayed directly onto her face, his drunken eyes gazing at her with a hint of sadness.

  "You... I..."

  Before she could even gasp, the remaining sound was immediately blocked by his lips as he bent down, and a sharp pain came from her mouth. It was his rough and ungentle kiss, his wet, hot, and soft tongue entwining with hers, inviting her to join him!

  His hand climbed up her chest amidst Xia Tong's shock!

  A low hum, Mu Beichen pressed her shoulders and lifted half of her body, turned her head to look at the blood-colored tooth mark on the left shoulder of his clothes, then looked at Xia Tong, with a hint of helplessness, sighed, "I just wanted a child!"

  A vague voice mixed with a hint of helplessness, a thread of desolation, like a dreamy mumble yet clearly expressing his intention! As he spoke, his body sank down again and leaned on Xiaotong's, but didn't move.

  With a strong push, his body turned to one side, but his hand still grasped hers, and he wrapped his arms around her waist!

  Xiatong struggled and tried to break free from his control!

  "Just hold me!" a murmured voice, Mu Bei Chen held her even tighter in his arms, and in the midst of her rapidly accelerating heartbeat, Xia Tong heard a clear and steady breathing!

  He actually fell asleep?

  The panic came suddenly like a storm and went away quickly like a receding tide!

  Xiatong's cheeks were flushed with heat, her heart racing nonstop. Before her eyes, Muru Dust, who was sleeping beside her, looked so harmless. His long eyelashes, light as butterfly wings, covered his coldness and the faint sadness that had just appeared!

  In his heart, he pondered for a moment, wondering if this helplessness and desolation had ever been revealed in front of Liuying.

  As soon as she thought of that delicate face, Xia Tong immediately thought of the man's infatuation with her. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy in her heart again. Xia Tong believed that this was only about women's sensitivity and vanity, having nothing to do with love!

  Gently prying open his tightly clasped hands, she sat up, carefully straddled him, put on her clothes and sat down at the table, extinguishing the dim candlelight, and sat with her eyes wide open in the darkness, lost in thought.